This atmospheric upstairs club is about to be credit-crunched out of existence, but it's not going quietly. Aptly for a place that once housed Paul Raymond's strip club, its final night is being headed by a troupe of keen admirers of the female form. Eagles of Death Metal are so in love with the opposite sex that they have banned men from the gig, and their love, it seems, is reciprocated: other than a few industry types and the Eagles themselves, everyone here is female.

These battered California boogie-rockers - founded in 2002 as a bit of a jape by Queens of the Stone Age leader Josh Homme (who's not with us tonight) and the magnificently tattooed Jesse Hughes - staged a ladies-only show once before, at the same venue. Then, as now, they were promoting a smuttily titled new album. This one, Heart On, sounds very like the last, Death By Sexy. What's different tonight is the atmosphere. Everyone is doing their damnedest to have a good time: there are girls wearing stick-on moustaches in tribute to Hughes, and he himself repeatedly exclaims: "You sweet ladies are beautiful!" But there is less hilarity than before. The crowd never achieve the state of drunken lift-off necessary to really get things going, and despite playing his priapic part vigorously enough - even dispensing snogs to two women who are celebrating their birthdays - Hughes doesn't seem completely committed.

One thing you can say for Eagles of Death Metal is that, musically, they're full of beans. Wannabe in LA is one of many punchy roadhouse rockers, and when Hughes barks out his vocals, his band feel like a band rather than something he's doing strictly for a laugh.